Ogey, so here is the real thread I wanted to make.(after like an hour of rage, denial, and bargaining with the management of this third-rate inferior myspace competitor)So, I had a really harrowing dream that I was in Chile. I happened to be shopping in a dainty, old grocery store. Once i reached to the register, for whatever reason, I pulled out Mexican pesos instead of Chilean. According to dream logic, Mexican pesos was O-KAY as long as I did the exact conversion in my mind. I had to do it using my own faculties without assistance of a computacional device which added heat to the brewing anxiety. After that ordeal, for whatever reason, outside the store someone asked me where they could find an Ikea. I told you can only find an Ikea store all the way in Santiago, Chile. Then...inexplicably, I find myself lost in the Ikea. The dream ends with me finally finding the exit. Das it, das wuz de post. >tl;drImagine your last name being Sorrentino, la-mao!!!
